#pretty sure I have this exact bunny stuffie

[daosies]

hi! how are you? ⋆˙⟡♡

i was wondering if i can request a male genshin matchup please (age range for characters 18+)?

i’m a girl, 19, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i’m super affectionate with people who i love. i’m also very sensitive and emotional person too. 

my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes. I would describe my style as a hyperfeminine <3

I’m a polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies ₍⑅ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎♡ overall, i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal type is someone protective and caring (I’m also sucker for grumpy x sunshine trope but it’s another story)

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. 

thank you and have a nice day <3

hi hi !! thank you for sending in a matchup :D ur english is great btw!! dont worry about it and i hope u have a lovely day <33

i match you with . . . neuvillette!

☆ i think you and neuvillette would balance each other out 🥺 both of you are really affectionate in your own tender ways, and you will be able to express the love you have for each other sincerely!! neuvillette is a man who values communication and, when loving you, he will be sure to vocalize, or at the very least express, all that he feels <3

☆ also he loves how adorable you are!! he wld also ADOREE bunnies and wld probably love to take you out on days where he's free to go play with them in the wild!!

☆ like you, neuvillette is a very sensitive and emotional person. the two of you being so similar helps neuvillette understand your feelings and vice versa! sometimes, when it rains, all you have to do is hold him and the sky will clear almost instantly :)

☆ neuvillette is ur #1 supporter in all of ur endeavors! he values your love for languages and will probably try his best to pick up a few words as well :)) he's also supporting you w/ makeup and accessories and will easily give himself to you in case you ever want to experiment new looks on him!!

☆ he is also protective and caring!! neuvillette will trust you to handle things on your own, but the moment you feel threatened (which he has a pretty good sense of), he's in and ready to exact the power of the hydro sovereign 😅😅

☆ since cinematography and music are so big in fontaine, neuvillette has a good idea for composition and arts, so i think he'd be a big help whenever you are unsure of yourself :)

☆ neuvillette typically doesn't form personal connections, but for you, i think he'd make an exception :) your bubbly personality warms up not only him, but all of the melusines! and how is he going to reject such a perfect match ??

song: "two" by sleeping at last

quote: "I'm tired, can't think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity" (Kafka, Letters to Milena).

#daosies100

[inlovewiththefictionalcharacters]

SECOND CHANCE

CHAPTER - 2 : WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD!

Pairing: (Dark) Andy Barber x Reader.

Warning(s): Non-Con; Dub-con; Slow-burn(Maybe); Possible Defending Jacob spoilers; Possessiveness; Grief; Angst; Obsessive toddler(😛); Not proofread; Any other possible warnings will be added in the future chapters.

Summary: Follow Andy’s journey after the horrible accident that turned his whole world upside down.

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Series Masterlist

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Safe to say that the tea party left the stuffies bored while Y/N was amused seeing the little girl fawn over a car while wiggling in her momma’s lap, staring at the car.

It went along with the occasional “Look momma! Car! Car! Carrrrrrrrrrr!”

It went to the point where Y/N had to gently admonish her, telling that it’s rude. The little girl pouted hearing that but kept staring at the car, her stuffies and the tea party long forgotten. After trying to get Ada resume the tea party, Y/n gave up and said that they need to get inside, mentally hoping that they had not weirded their new neighbor out. Little Ada just huffed at her mom and stood up, grabbing the arm of her stuffed bunny.

Y/N suppressed a chuckle, seeing the toddler’s behavior and gather all the stuff they brought outside while grabbing the toddler’s free hand with her other hand. With that, they made their way inside while Ada kept looking at the car, with the packers and movers’ movement catching her eyes momentarily.  It was at that time did she see the man who drove the car she was currently obsessed with. The man’s smile widened looking at Ada and Ada’s face brightened immediately with a smile. 

He waved at her as she was being led inside and Ada’s smile widened to a toothy grin and she waved back at him with the stuffed bunny still in her hand, causing the man to chuckle softly in adoration. 

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The next day, Y/n decided to meet the new neighbor and try to welcome him to the neighborhood. Her decision was partly contributed by little Ava who kept on talking about the neighbor’s car leaving Y/N to roll her eyes at her daughter. Having heard enough of the girl talking about not just the car, but also the neighbor whom she apparently saw before they went inside the house, Y/n decided to just welcome the man to the neighborhood by giving him some baked goods. After announcing that she’s going to make some cookies for him, little Ada insisted that they should make choco-chip cookies for the pretty man. Pretty man - her exact words. 

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head and started getting to work with Ada as her little helper. Might look barbaric for outsiders seeing a little girl help her mother but Ada mostly ended up smuggling off some of the choco-chips and the dough to eat them. She did try to help her mother in the beginning but ended up throwing the flour on herself and on the counter while trying to mix the ingredients. 

After pushing the tray of cookies into the oven to bake, Y/N hoisted the little girl into her arms and carried her to the bathroom to clean her up and then dressed her into clean clothes while the toddler chanted cookies. After making sure that all the chores are done by the time the cookies are baked and the mother-daughter duo were presentable -  first impressions - Y/N stored a few cookies in a jar for themselves and the rest were packed in a tupperware. Little Ada even made a cute drawing for the neighbor, one which involved him and his car with herself and her mom on it too,  with a caption on the top of the paper stating “Welcome to the neighborhood” which of course she wrote taking great help from her mother. Y/N wasn’t entirely sure of giving the drawing to their new neighbor, but Ada almost threw a tantrum when her mother tried to talk her out of it. 

Having everything ready, Y/N held her daughter’s hand in her and the tupperware box filled with baked goods in others and walked out of the house with the toddler clutching the drawing in her free hand like her life depends on it.

Locking the door, the mother-daughter duo made their way towards the house beside theirs which finally got someone residing in it. Stopping on the porch, Y/N rang the doorbell and waited while Ada kept looking at her mom and at the door.

“Coming!” they heard a voice holler from the other side of the door and a moment later, the door was opened and a man in his late thirties stood in front of them, on the other side of the door. His head has fluffy brown hair and the beard adorning his jaw was trimmed with his sharp nose sitting on his face, but Y/N thought that the most beautiful feature of his were his blue eyes. He, for some reason, looked stunned looking at her and the same could be said for Y/N when she looked at him.

It was her who broke out of the reverie first by clearing her throat, a bit making him to break out of his.

“Hi! I’m Y/N and this here-” she started, looking down at her daughter who was now hiding behind her legs while peeking out to look at him shyly “-is Ada. We’d like to welcome you to the neighborhood!” she chirped, handing him the box of cookies.

He smiled at her and took the box from her, thanking her and introduced himself “I’m Andy” holding his hand out and Y/N shook his hand.

The two of them felt a soft zap shoot through their bodies from their hands as soon as their hands connected and their breath hitched, looking at each other.

Clearing his throat, he looked down at his feet and then up at Y/N and then down while Y/N looked flustered. He then tilted his head to look at Ada and her mom pulled her from behind her legs and gently nudged her towards Andy. Andy immediately knelt down as Ada stood in front of him, coming to her level, but still towering over her. 

“Hi there, little angel” he cooed looking at the little toddler in front of him.

“Hi” she mumbled shyly and thrusted the folded paper in her hands in front of her, giving it to him. He took it and unfolded the paper and smiled staring at the drawing.

“Welcome to the neigh... to the neigh... neigh...” Ada frowned, forgetting the word.

Andy smiled at her and said “Thank you so much, little Angel! Oh, the drawing is so pretty. Thank you so much!”, gently booping her little nose.

Ada immediately smiled at him and said “You so pretty!” gaining some courage with their ongoing interaction.

“Thank you! But you are more pretty” he cooed after chuckling.

He then looked at Y/N with a smile and stood up.

“Forgive me. Where are my manners. Please, come in” he invited.

“Oh, no. That won’t be necessary. We don’t want to disturb you. We just wanted to give you-” Y/N started, but Andy cut her off, saying “Please, I insist. It’s getting a bit lonely here, anyways.”

Ada too looked at her expectedly and voiced out “Mama, go in?”

Y/N smiled at her and then looked back at And and nodded her head. Andy immediately moved to his side, letting the two of them in.

#second chance #chapter 2 #welcome to the neighborhood #andy barber #defending jacob #andrew barber #andrew steven barber #dark andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #dark andy barber x oc #dark! andy barber #dark! andy barber x reader #dark! andy barber x oc #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber x oc #ada #adaline #dark fanfiction

[scottishhellhound]

Reading @incandescent-creativity worldbuilding for LiaHT, reminded me of THIS thing I wrote....5 years ago. It was an idea I had built off of a vague recollection of a dream I had.

It is a mess and unedited, but reading it again, I find I'm rather proud of it.

It's rather long, so I'm gonna put most of it under a cut :)

There were feathers everywhere. Beautiful, soft feathers of the brightest blue I’d ever seen. The colour reminded me of the vacation my family had gone on a few years ago to Jamaica. They were the exact same shade as the water of Negril Beach. Now if I could figure out how and why I had suddenly sprouted blue-feathered wings, I could get on with my day.

I pinched myself hard on my arm, twisting the skin harshly trying to wake myself from the weird ass dream I was obviously having. I bit my lip to keep from yelping and glanced over my shoulder again.

Nope. Still there.

I reach the hand I had used to pinch myself with over my shoulder and ran my fingers over the top of the right wing. Solid, not illusionary. I even go as far as reaching into the wing itself and grabbing one of the large primary feathers, and pull.

“Ow! Dammit!”

‘Okay. This has got to be the most real dream I have ever had in my life. Why would I dream of wings, though? Maybe I shouldn’t have had all that chicken before bed.’

I try to turn around to get a better look at them, but being new to this whole wing thing, I neglect to remember that they are attached to my back. I end up not only knocking the lamp off my bedside table, but also all the pictures that were along the far wall. I take a deep breath, shoulders, and new appendages, shaking, trying to remain calm. That’s really difficult, by the way, when the only thought running through your mind is ‘Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, I have wings. I HAVE WINGS. Why do I have wings? WHY DO I HAVE WINGS!’ But I’ll give it the old college try.

College?

College!

I have class in 30 freaking minutes.

And there goes what ever semblance of calm I had managed to maintain. My Wings puff up and fan out. Instinctively trying to make me appear bigger to whatever is causing my heart to race, and my legs to feel like the jelly dessert I had yesterday for lunch; unsubstantial, wobbly, and green.

I sit down heavily on my bed.  The wings scrunching up uncomfortably behind me, as they try to fold themselves up against my back. Made difficult by the fact that there has to be at least a good 6½ ft of the things, EACH, on my just barely 5’5 frame. I tangle my fingers in my hair, tugging at the raven-black strands in frustration and an ever building need to scream…or laugh hysterically. I hadn’t really decided yet. I was still trying to puzzle out how I had wings, and how the hell I was supposed to get rid of them before my Philosophy class. Ironic, no?

“This cannot be happening. Why in the name of all gods would I sprout wings of all things? That just doesn’t make any sense. No one in my family has wings! Calm down Jessi, you have to be dreaming. The chicken you had last night must have been tainted. That has to be it. You’re having some sort of fever dream. That is the only thing that makes sense. Now wake up. Wake up!”

My attempts to wake myself up were interrupted by my roommate knocking on my closed door. My eyes zero in on the slowly turning handle.  Mind racing as I try to think of something intelligent to say to make her stay out. What comes out is decidedly not intelligent in the least.

“AHH!! Don’t come in here I’m naked!”

I jump off and over to the other side of the bed wrapping myself in my purple top sheet in an effort to make myself presentable. Again, forgetting about the two 6 plus feet of feathers, muscle, and bone, which I am now graced with. The resulting crash and whimpers of pain, embarrassment and hopelessness have my roommate bursting into the room. Door flying open and crashing into the wall, knocking even more pictures to the floor.

Part of me wants to peer over the edge of my bed to see the expression on her face at the state my usually immaculate room was in. There was glass from picture frames and the lamp everywhere. I’m pretty sure I had even landed on some in my haste to hide myself. My bed is in a shambles, blankets and pillows everywhere, and the feathers, have I mentioned the feathers yet? ‘Cause there was lots of them. It looked like an indecent pillow fight had taken place, minus the sexy naked times that seemed to follow those…at least according to the few guy friend’s I talked to about it, there were sexy naked times after pillow fights. Though the reason they think that could also explain why they don’t have girlfriends.

Anyways, enough about my friend’s love lives, or lack there of, and back to my problem, namely the wings. Have I mentioned that I have wings yet? I do, they’re huge, and blue.

“Jessica, are you…oh my good sweet lord. What happened in here? Are you okay? Where are you?”

I manage to wiggle my left hand out from my temporary sheet cocoon and flop it in a vague ‘I’m down here, I’m not dead, please leave me to my misery,’ sort of way. I have very expressive hand movements. I can have a whole conversation with a series of well used hand gestures and eyebrow wiggles. I’m very talented.

Unfortunately, Carrie is not as skilled in reading non-verbal communication as I am at having it.

I cringe inwardly, wings twitching against my back, and listen as Carrie walks further into the room, her shoes crunching on the glass of the lamp and photos that litter the floor closest to the door.

“What on earth happened in here?”

My muffled voice floats out from my purple Egyptian cotton refuge, “If I said it was a sexy pillow fight that got a little out of hand, would you believe me?”

She gives an inelegant snort as she crunches closer and closer to where I am seriously considering whether or not physics will allow me to wiggle under the bed.

“Not likely. One that’s not your style, and two the resulting mess would have you catatonic for hours before the rage set in.”

I sigh, “Didn’t think so.”

“Seriously though, Jessi, what happened and where’d all the feathers come from?”

I sigh again. It turns out I have to face the world after all, physics will not allow me to hide myself beneath my bed with the dust bunnies and last weeks Geology assignment. I really need to finish that, it’s due in three days.

“Okay but you have to promise not to freak out. Okay?” I wiggle and fight my way out of my sheet toga and into a sitting position, trying to keep my wings as hidden as possible, waiting for Carrie’s answer.

I obviously did not do a good enough job of hiding my wings, if the expression on her face was anything to go by. Mouth open, eyes wide and darting back and forth rapidly trying to take in every feather, every twitch. I can see her mind trying to make sense of what she’s seeing, and coming back with an error message.

I can sympathize; my brain was still out to lunch on the whole wing fiasco, leaving me to flop around like a landed fish trying to get back to water. I’m positive that this is some bad kung-pow chicken hallucination, and that I’m going to wake up any minute now, only to discover that I have slept through my philosophy class…again.

Although, the flopping could have been because the lower half of my body is still trapped in my sheet, or a combination of that and the landed fish analogy. I was going to go with that one. I finally manage to unwrap myself from the sheet completely and in response to my victory the wings extend themselves as much as they can in the confines of my 10x10 room, which is really not built for 18 plus feet of wing.

I wasn’t sure if it was at the sight of my impressive spread, or if it was the fact that, apparently, my hallucinatory wings had also destroyed the shirt I slept in, and I’m naked from the waist up. Carries eyes widen further than I thought possible and after sputtering a bit, making incomprehensible noises and making vague motions towards the still outstretched wings, she promptly feints.

Yeah, if I could wake up now, that would be awesome.

I came back into our small living room from the kitchen when I heard Carrie groan from her spot on the couch. Thankfully the slightly older girl was a tiny little thing, red hair, freckles, barely reached my chest, and had a size zero waist that I was not envious of in the least. Do you know how hard it is for that girl to find clothes?

I sit down backwards, chest to chair back in one of the kitchen chairs that I’ve dragged in. I had tried to sit in one of the stuffy chairs in the living room, I won’t bore you with the details, let's just say that it didn’t work and leave it at that, shall we?

Good.

I had also found a tube top that my much more gregarious younger sibling had bought for me as a gag gift one year for my birthday. It wasn’t my style, but it allowed me to be decent and at the same time not interfere with the things growing out of my shoulder blades.

I shuffle the chair forward so it was closer to the couch and peer down into Carrie’s hazel eyes with my own gray ones. I could feel the soft silkiness of the feathers as they tickled across my bare shoulders, twitching in nervousness. I really needed her help with this, I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it on my own. Maybe she would have an idea on how I could wake myself up. She’s good at thinking outside the box like that.

As soon as her eyes opened fully and there was recognition in them again I started to babble. “I am so sorry, Cassie. I didn’t mean to, but they don’t do what I want, the just kind of hang there and twitch, and do whatever they please. You didn’t hit your head did you? Do you want some pain killers? Do you have a concussion? Can you have pain meds if you have a concussion? You have to help me wake up, I can’t miss another Philosophy class.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Jess, slow down. One thing at a time.” Her eyes are on the madly twitching mass of feathers over my shoulders, her voice carrying a slight edge of hysteria. I really hope she didn’t pass out again.

I took a deep breath again, but I could still feel my panic, now made worse by my guilt, clawing at the back of my skull, threatening to overwhelm me with each passing second, each restless twitch of wings.

“I’m fine. I did not hit my head, so I don’t need any drugs. Now I have a question or two for you.”

“Okay.”

“First question, why do you have wings?”

Hearing the question voiced out loud by another person made it real, made me realize that this wasn’t all just some bizarre dream that I was having because of the chicken. I really had wings.

Son of a bitch.

Now that my mind has realized that my predicament is actually real, I start to laugh hysterically. I can hardly breathe around the chest tearing laughs I’m producing, but I continue to laugh and laugh until my laughter turns into tears. I’d fallen out of my chair in my fit of hysteria and was now huddled into myself, crying into my knees, shoulders heaving with the force of my sobs, wings folding around me, trying to protect me from an imaginary force.

I didn’t realize that Cassie had got up off the couch until she parts my wings and wraps her thin arms around my shaking shoulders. I react instinctively and dropping my knees I wrap my own arms around her instead and cry into her shoulder. She rubs a hand up and down my back, fingers trailing gently, but more firmly than the feathers, up and down my back, giving me something to focus on as she mutters words of comfort into my hair, assuring me that we will get to the bottom of whatever is going on.

We sat like that for what seemed like hours, but I know couldn’t have been more than ten minutes. Our respective cell phones had both gone off with missed calls and texts about a dozen times, worried friends wondering why we weren’t in class. I couldn’t bring myself to focus on anything other than the feeling of Cassie’s fingers on my back. Human contact, as solid and real as my own skin. Not the feathered monstrosities that had forced themselves into my neat and orderly world and onto my shoulders.

We sat for a bit longer, late morning sunlight now streaming in through the gaps in the drawn curtains, hiding my abnormality from the world. I nod and pull myself off Cassie’s shoulder, muttering an apology that she waves off as easy as dust off her sleeve and a quick, what are friend’s for.

We move the party to the kitchen, it’s much less cramped and I can spread my wings out a bit more.

Cassie walked back into the kitchen after visiting her room, a spiral bound notebook in hand.

“Are you going to take notes?”

“It’s for me okay. You know I suck at logic puzzles, this will help me keep everything straight and help us figure this mess out.”

“Fine, but you have to promise that as soon as we figure this out and get me less two wings, you’re going to burn those pages.”

“Yes fine I promise. Happy?”

“Ecstatic. Can we just get this over with please?”

It’s several hours later and our two-person kitchen table is riddled with coffee mugs and pastry crumbs, like fallen soldiers and mortar casings. Cassie is just penning a few final words, my recount of the last few days of my life when there’s a knock at our door and the sound of creaky hinges as the door is pushed open. There’s only one person who just knocks and walks into our home, no matter the time of day.

Rhys Campbell.

There isn’t enough time for me to get out of the kitchen and to go hide in the bathroom or try again to defy physics and hide under my bed, or maybe the top shelf of my tiny closet before Rhys enters the kitchen.

#sidhe writes #I have no idea where I was going with this #but it was fun at the time #and it's still fun to read now